My Dad Told Me to “Go Live in the Streets.” He Didn’t Know I Earn $25M a Year—or What I’d Do Next.

in her eyes. She sat there in her carefully curated outfit—thrift store aesthetic that had probably cost more than actual thrift store clothes, playing the role of starving artist when I knew her credit cards were maxed and her gallery job barely covered her rent.

“You should be careful,” I told her quietly. “Sometimes the stories people tell about continue reading …